John Willson’s most recent post makes me want to revive the Whig Party.

Well, at least the part of the Whig Party that knew that executive power could be readily abused. Our earlier Whig allies once called Andrew Jackson, “King Andrew.” Somehow, this always rubbed me the wrong way, as I often think of figures such as King Alfred or King Aragorn when I think of “king.” That is, calling Jackson “King Andrew” did a disservice to all of the wonderful Christian kings of the past and of fiction.

“Caesar, bloodthirsty, white supremacist” Jackson might be a better title. I wonder if much of the same might be written about the man currently sitting in the White House.

[As an aside, what would Obama look like with Andrew Jackson style hair? Far more interesting than he now appears—he's essentially a Democratic version of Mitt Romney: boring, plastic Ken dolls, made by Mattel in a factory, far, far away.]

Anyway, back to the rant.

Caesar Barackus fits much better than “King Obama.” If Willson is correct (and, with the exception of his taste in beer, he generally is), we Americans are living somewhere around or near 66AD in the Roman Empire.

Caesar Baruckus, more Nero than Augustus. Beware Jews and Christians. . . you will fiddle while Rome burns.

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Caesar? Quite possibly, but the title conveys little of the man's deep and abiding impotence. Mediocrates? Platitudinus? Duplicitus?

And for a motto, under the fasces on the next dollar bill or heading the president's personal page on that interventionist social-networking website, FascBook, how about "Ratio ex Stultitia," (From Stupidity, Policy).

Well, the rabbis said, "Without wine, there is no joy." Which is why Jesus put really good wine at the wedding. Beer, on the other hand, has always been made by Germans, who have a really hard time with joy. Fabius, the cunctator, the delayer, was above all things prudent. Prudence is the highest political virtue, which Germans have also conspicuously lacked. This said, I defend my lack of good taste in beer to my prudence, and also to my lack of good taste in wine. Friends, on the other hand, and women, I am good at…..

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